After passing through the heavy heaven full of holes, Zhou Shu fell into the world.

This is a strange and mature world.

The Xuanyuan Sword was ready, and Zhou Shu was ready for the battle, but after waiting for a while, nothing happened.

According to common sense, if a powerful existence like Zhou Shu appears in one world, it will definitely attract attention. The will of heaven and earth, the way of heaven, and powerful practitioners in the world will appear, block or communicate, but there is nothing.

No way of heaven?

It’s not too strange. Many realms do not have the way of heaven, and even mature realms may have a vacuum period of rights.

The will of heaven and earth is sleeping?

It's possible.

But if no practitioners appear, there is no explanation. Is there no strong enough practitioners in this world?

Zhou Shu shook his head and swept down.

His brows frowned slightly, and everything he could see was full of dead gray.

The whole world is surrounded by gray fog, and there is no trace of spiritual energy in the gray fog, but there is an extremely strange aura. The aura is hard to describe, like a dead accident.

There is no need to mention the death. It is the desire for death. It will only arise when everything reaches the end and all thoughts are gone. You will be clear about the laws of life and death.

How could there be so many deadbolts in a world? Moreover, these deadbolts are still active.

It is hard to imagine that someone can survive in these crashes. Even practitioners with extremely vigorous vitality will be infected by crashes and unconsciously go to a dead end.

Zhou Shu knew a little about why those people were desperately leaving. In such a world, it was difficult for anyone to survive.

Bang, bang, bang!

A sound of fighting came.

Zhou Shu heard the sound and saw that the fight came from a valley not far away.

A group of people are attacking the valley, while several people in the valley are struggling to support it with their formations.

"The spirit stones are almost used up, the formation is about to disappear, what should I do?"

A middle-aged practitioner shook his head with an anxious look on his face.

The old man stood up and said in a deep voice, "I'll go as the eye of the formation and hold on for a while."

"So what if I go, how long can I last? It will be gone soon."

The middle-aged woman sighed, "Forget it, don't go, wait until the formation breaks, see if she can rush out. If she doesn't work, she will die. We will suffer as well as our lives."

A young man clenched his fist and said fiercely, "If I had known, I would have run out of the sky with Grandpa Xu and the others. Maybe there would be a chance."

"Actually, no matter how you do it, you will die..."

The middle-aged man shook his head, and his eyes were filled with infinite sorrow, "Damn it, why did our Wutao Realm become like this..."

Dong!

With a loud bang, the formation fell down and a large group of people rushed in.

In fact, they are no longer humans, just like corpses refining.

The whole body was gray, dry as firewood, his eyes were gray and white without a trace of luster. There was no trace of vitality from them. There was only endless crashes and no soul could be felt. However, the force was surprisingly great, and one punch and one kick made the valley roar from time to time.

"Fight!"

The young man shouted loudly and rushed over. His cultivation level was only Jindan realm. As soon as he rushed into the crowd, he was knocked away and fell to the ground, and blood was spurted out.

"Ning'er!"

The woman cried out with a woe, and immediately rushed over, and the others rushed out, fighting with the group of people who were not human.

After a while, a few fell down, only the old man was still supporting him, but it seemed like he had only had a few breaths.

The old man looked at the screaming young man, extremely sad and angry, and unconsciously roared to the sky, "Damn God, what are you doing! We practice hard, but why do we suffer such a sin? God, look up at what the Wutao Realm has become now, why, why!"

The corpses gathered around together, and there was nothing but death on the expressionless face.

The old man no longer resisted and hugged the young man and waited for death.

Only at this moment, a gust of wind suddenly broke out.

A figure appeared and disappeared in the wind. With a wave of hand, all the corpses turned into powder and the bones remained.

The old man felt all this and opened his eyes quickly, but saw a young monk standing in front of him, with a strange little beast lying on his shoulder, with a calm expression.

Of course it was Zhou Shu.

He finally saw someone who could communicate and could not die just like that.

The old man stared at Zhou Shu, but didn't know what to say. Zhou Shu smiled calmly and raised his sleeve to pull the young man up. He didn't see any movement. The young man's pale face suddenly turned bloody, and his consciousness quickly recovered. Looking at the scene around him, he was confused and sad.

There was a lot of hatred in my eyes, but I didn’t act too much, I didn’t cry, nor did I make a fuss.

"Thank you for helping me!"

The old man leaned down and kowtowed several times at Zhou Shulian.

Zhou Shu seemed to have thoughts, but the old man's language was not very difficult to understand. Even without the translation of the lucky beast, he could still listen to it.

The old man raised his head and begged, "Senior, you must leave here quickly! There will be corpses coming, which are much more powerful than these, and they can't kill them all... If possible, can you take us all the way?"

"No hurry."

Zhou Shu shook his head and said calmly, "I want to tell me something I want to know."

Before the old man could speak, the young man stood up and saluted, "Thank you for helping me, I will say whatever I want to know."

Zhou Shu smiled slightly, "Who are you?"

The old man said slowly, "Tell me that we all come from the same family, Wenting Mountain Wen's family, I am the patriarch Wen Yiyuan, he is my clan Sun Wenning. Our family was originally prosperous, but now... we are only the two of us."

The young man gritted his teeth and remained silent.

Zhou Shu nodded, "Corpses, were those who were corpses just now? When did they appear?"

"Yes, senior, it's the damn corpse."

Wen Ning nodded vigorously, "Senior, maybe he just came out of the mountain, right? I don't know that the world has completely changed now. About a thousand years ago, some practitioners did not die after they died, but became such corpses. They had no consciousness and killed people when they saw them. Moreover, the people they killed would soon become corpses like them... At first, there were not many, but now there are more and more, and the whole world is full of them."

Wen Yiyuan added, "Those corpses are not afraid of anything, and their cultivation is even stronger than before. They are full of power that cannot be explained clearly and are not opponents at all. So we built many cities to defend, but now there is not much left. There is one 170,000 miles away..."

"Senior, senior! It's still time for us to rush there."

He looked into the distance with a lot of panic.

Not far away, a group of black shadows were coming, and they were so dark that they could no longer see the number.

Zhou Shu didn't move and said slowly, "The corpse man should not be able to use resources or grow, right? You practitioners can use resources to practice, and their reserve power will continue to become stronger. Why are they forced to this point by the corpse man? And, isn't there any major sects or the like that leading up?"

"Big sect? Resources?"

Both of them were stunned.
Chapter completed!